My Inner Brat
b"I'm sitting here in my big, comfortable, black leather poppa chair in my living room, channeling my inner child. There he is...about six years old...sitting in the warm Coney Island sand, making a sand castle...trying to get a channel made just right so when the edges of the waves came in, some water would flow up into the pool he dug, behind the castle walls where the imaginary alligators lived. He's a happy kid, about to have his first real fist fight...when another kid...a few years older...came walking along and purposely kicked down a castle wall. \\nIt wasn't much of a fight. My inner child just got so mad, he jumped up, and smacked the other kid in the face...which neither kid really expected...and the other kid ran away. It was just a quick, automatic reaction that got my inner child the results he wanted that day...but occasionally got him in a lot of trouble as the years went on."